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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.