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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.