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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.