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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.