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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Saints to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.