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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Magma,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.