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 Belize 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.