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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.