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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.