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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.