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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.