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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.