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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.