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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.