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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.