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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.