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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Pole,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.