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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.