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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.