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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.