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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
DNA,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.