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 Mexico City.
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 Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.