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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Can,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.