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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.