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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.