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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.