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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.