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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.