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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.