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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.