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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Can,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.