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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.