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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.