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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
ABC,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.