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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.