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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.