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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.