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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.