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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.