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 Jordan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.