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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.