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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.