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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.