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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.