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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.