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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Panda Bear 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.