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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.