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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.