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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.