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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.