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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Zapp,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.