Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.