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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fat Boys 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.