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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.