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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.