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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.