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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Swans,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.