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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.