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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.