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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.