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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.