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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Residents 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.