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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.