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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.