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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.