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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.