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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.