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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.