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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.