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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.