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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.