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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.