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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.