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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.