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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.