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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.