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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Names,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.