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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.