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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.