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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.