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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.