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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.