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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Scion,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.