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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.