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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.