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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Litter,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.