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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.