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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.