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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.