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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.