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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Echospace,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.