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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.