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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Faust,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.