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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.