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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.