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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.