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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
ABC,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.