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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.