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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Fear,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
UT,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.