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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Aswad,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.