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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.