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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Magma,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.