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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Can,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.