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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Television,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.