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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.