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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Index 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.