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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.