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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.