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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.