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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.