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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.