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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
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.