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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.