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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.