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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.