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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.