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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.