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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.