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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.