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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.