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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.