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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.