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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.