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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Index,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.