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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.