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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.