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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
X-101,
Nas,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Television,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.