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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Magma,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.