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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.