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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
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.