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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.