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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.