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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.