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 France and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.