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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.