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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Television,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.