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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.