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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.