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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.