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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
10cc,
The Smoke,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.