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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.