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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.