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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.