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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
the Association,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Franke,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.