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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Q65,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.