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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.