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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.