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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.