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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.