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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Aswad,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.