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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.