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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.