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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Monolake,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
MDC,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.