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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.