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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.