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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.