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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Hoover,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.