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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.