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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.