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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.