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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.