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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.