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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.