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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.