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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Rakim,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.