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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.