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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.