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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.