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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Japan,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.