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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.