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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.