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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.