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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Brick,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.