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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.