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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.