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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
UT,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.