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 India and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.