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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Main Source,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.