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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.