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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.