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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Swans,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
DNA,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.