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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.