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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
X-101,
JFA,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.