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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Pagans,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.