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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.