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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.