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 Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Ponytail,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.