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 Congo and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Technova,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.