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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.