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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
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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.