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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.