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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rakim to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.