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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Rakim,
Brick,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.