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 United States and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.