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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.