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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.