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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.