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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.