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 India and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.