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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Wake,
AZ,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.