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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
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.