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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.