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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.