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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.