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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.