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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.