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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Can,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.