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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.