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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.