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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.