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 India and from Cairo.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.