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 Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.