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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.