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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.