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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.