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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.