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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.