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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Faust,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.