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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.