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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.