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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.