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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.