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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.