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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.