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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.