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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.