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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Wake to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.