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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.