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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.