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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.