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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Can,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Crime,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.