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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.