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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.