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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.