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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.