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 Armenia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.