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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.