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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.