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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.