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 Malta and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.