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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.