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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.