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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.