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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.