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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.