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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.