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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.