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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.