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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.