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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Index,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.