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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.