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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.