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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.