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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.