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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.