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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Index,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
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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.