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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Index,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.