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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
UT,
Pole,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.