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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Franke,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.