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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.