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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.