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 Bhutan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.