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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.