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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.