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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Organ,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.