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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
The Residents,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.