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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Swans,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.