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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.