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 Mali 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.