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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.