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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Section 25 to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
ABC,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.