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 Singapore and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.