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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.