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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.