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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.