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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.