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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Monks,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Fugazi,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.