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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.