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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.