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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.