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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Index,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.