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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.