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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.