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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.