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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Wings,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.