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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Fear,
Nas,
Pole,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.