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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Index,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.