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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.