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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.