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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.