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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Pole,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.