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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.