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 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Nico,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.