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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.