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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.