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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Index,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.