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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Scion,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.