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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.