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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.