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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.