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 China and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.