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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
the Germs,
Slave,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.