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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.