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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.