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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.