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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Monks,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.