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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nico to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.