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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.