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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 ABC to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.