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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
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.