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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.