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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.