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 Liechtenstein 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.