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 Benin 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.