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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
June Days,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.