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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.