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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.