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 United States and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Nas,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.