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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Fear,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.