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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.