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 Indonesia and from London.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.