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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.