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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.