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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.