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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.