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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.