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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.