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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.