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 Tonga and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.