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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
the Swans,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.