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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.