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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.