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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
The Residents,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.