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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.