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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.