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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.