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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.