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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.