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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.