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 San Marino and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.