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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.