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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.