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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.