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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Model 500 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.