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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.