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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Nico,
ABC,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.