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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.