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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.