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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.