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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.