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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.