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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Swans,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.