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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.