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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.