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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Hardrive,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.