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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Ultravox,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Fear,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.