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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.