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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Rakim,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.