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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.