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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Can,
cv313,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Brick,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.