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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.