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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.