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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.