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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.