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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Nas,
Television,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
ABC,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.