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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.