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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.