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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.