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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Mars,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.