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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.