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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
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Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Faust,
Pole,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.