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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.