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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.