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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Wire,
Monks,
The Index,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.