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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.