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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.