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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.