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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.