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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.