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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.