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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.