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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.