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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.