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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.