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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Index,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.