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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.