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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.