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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.