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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.