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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.