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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.