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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Fear,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.