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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.