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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.