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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.