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 Senegal and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Monks,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.