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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.