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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.