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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Wire,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.