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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.