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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.