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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.