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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.