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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
June Days,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.