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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
ABC,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
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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.