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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.