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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.