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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.