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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.