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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Faust,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.