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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.