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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.