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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.