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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.