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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Skriet,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.