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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.