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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.