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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.