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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.