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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Television,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.