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 Czech Republic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Model 500,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.