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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.