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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.