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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.