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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
ABC,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.