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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.