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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.