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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.