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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.