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 India and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.