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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.