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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.