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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.