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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.