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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.