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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Ossler,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.