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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Star Department to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.