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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.