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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.