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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.