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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.