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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.