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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.