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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Smog,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.