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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.