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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Mars,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.