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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.