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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.