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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.