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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.