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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.