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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.