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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.