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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Swans,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.