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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.