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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.