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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.