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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.