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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.