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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Urselle 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 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.