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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.