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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.