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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
MDC,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.