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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.