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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.