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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moebius 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Index,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.