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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.