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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Television,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.