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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.