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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.