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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.