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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.