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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Technova,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Ossler,
Swans,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.