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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.