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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.