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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.