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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.