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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.