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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.