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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.