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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.