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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.