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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.