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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.