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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Brick,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.