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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Shoche,
New Order,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.