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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.