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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.