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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.