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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.