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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.