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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.