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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.