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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.