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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.