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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.