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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.