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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Can,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.