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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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?
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.