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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Can,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.