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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.