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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.