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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.