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 Mali 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.