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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.