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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.