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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.