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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Franke,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.