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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
June Days,
The Index,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.