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 Italy and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.