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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.