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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
X-101,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.